Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop

Direct Experience Is The Evasion, Or Hiding Place Of Those Devoid Of Imagination.

My Joy Is As Painful As My Pain.

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

To Need To Dominate Others Is To Need Others. The Commander Is Dependent.

Nostalgia! I Feel It Even For Someone Who Meant Nothing To Me, Out Of Anxiety For The Flight Of Time And A Sickness Bred Of The Mystery Of Life. If One Of The Faces I Pass Daily On The Streets Disappears, I Feel Sad; Yet They Meant Nothing To Me, Other Than Being A Symbol Of All Life.